It is absolutely beautiful here.. and warm enough to walk around without a jacket, although a little on the windy side. I couldn’t go to Estes Park today because it was snowing, so I ended up here instead and had a great time. Many photos to follow.

Museum..looks like it was a Carnegie Library at one time.

Park next to the museum.

Solid gold.

Squirrel, trying to stay still so I don't eat him.

Liquid amber.

Down the street.

Halloween is coming.

I love this one. Leaves on the ground.

And right next to those leaves with more purple in them, leaves with more red.

Soon they too will be on the ground.

Yellow n-orange.

Scarecrow in a tree.

Down a back alley.

Basketball, anyone?

That shuffling sound as you push your feet through the leaves down the sidewalk.. we don't hear that at home.

For more than 60 miles north and west of Fort Collins, the Poudre River dances, runs, jumps and gurgles through a beautiful valley. Fueled by snowmelt from the closest Colorado mountains to the Wyoming border, the Poudre’s campgrounds were packed, meaning its not much of a secret, but still a very special place.